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Luke Adams made to be a sex slave at the mercy of Christian Wilde

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At Bound Gods, Luke Adams is sitting at the bar enjoying a cold beer when Christian Wilde comes in asking for a shot of whiskey. Noticing Luke next to him, Christian convinces him to have a few shots to celebrate his birthday. Before Luke knows it, he is bound with duct tape across his mouth. Mr Wilde approaches and tears a hole in his underwear so that he can ram his big cock up Luke’s tight hole. The bound stud is then relentlessly beaten with the flogger, his hard cock standing straight up despite his screams. Luke then has electrodes attached down his thighs as his captor tortures him with pulses of electricity. A final fuck drives Christian over the edge as he blasts a load of cum onto his slave’s face.

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The Firemans Union

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By Felon

I had always had a thing for Cops and Firemen. This story goes back to the early ’90s. There is a cruise area in a large park near where I live. At certain times of the day you can find men with a need to unload — usually mornings and early evenings. I had made a habit of cruising this area on the way to work in the morning. A regular visitor to the park in a classic Olds Rivera would frequently be at the park in the am.

I had no idea who drove the car. One day while walking down a path I spotted a burly but not muscular man in jeans and a blue work shirt. He was leaving when I was arriving. It turns out he was the classic car driver. I began to see him on a regular basis warming through the woods, he always seemed to keep to himself. This went on for weeks. One night on the way home I spotted the car parked in a lot at the fire station. I kept an eye on that station and one warm night he was sitting on the front bumper of the engine with the garage doors open. Now he really had my attention. I know he spotted me staring at him.

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It started with Mitts – Part 19-4

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By Bondagegimp

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After a while, Bob gets up, grabs one of the chains attached to the bed, attaches it to my collar, and goes into the tiled room. I hear the shower and lie on the bed, lost in my thoughts. The plug in my hole is pressing hard. I’ve certainly had larger plugs in me before, even a fist, but anything larger was only for a short time. Something this size for a longer period is a new challenge. I can feel my body trying to push the intruder out, but the crotch strap presses it relentlessly into my hole.

Every attempt to push the plug out only makes its presence more obvious and harder to bear. Then there’s the cock cage, the diaper on top, the suit made of strong nylon fabric, and finally the mesh of sturdy leather straps that constrict my lower abdomen into a thick, tight package.

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